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 Pakistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 rock 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.