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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 David Bowie to the grunge 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.