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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 The Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.