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 Montenegro and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.