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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.