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 Cambodia and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Trumans Water to the rock 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.