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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.