Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.