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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 David McCallum to the rap 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Faust,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.