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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.