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 Kiribati and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.