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 Liberia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Sight & Sound to the funk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.