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 Bangladesh 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 organ 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.