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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Marc Almond to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Japan,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.