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 Burkina and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shadows of Knight to the electroclash 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.