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 China and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Funkadelic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.