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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Music Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.