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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Qualms to the rock 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Television,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.