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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Au Pairs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Crime,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.