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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Audionom to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.