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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
Crime,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Nico,
MDC,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.