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 Slovakia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Soft Cell to the grunge 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.