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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.