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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Buckinghams to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.