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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Machine to the crunk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.