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 Norway and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
The Pop Group,
UT,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.