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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.