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 Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
MC5,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.