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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.