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 Finland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.