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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.