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 Yemen and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.