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 Slovakia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.