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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.