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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Tears for Fears to the disco 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Wings,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.