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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Camouflage,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.