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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.