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 Cuba and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.