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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.