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 Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.