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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 JFA to the dance 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.