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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Marine Girls to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
UT,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.