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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.