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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
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 Delhi and Toronto.
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 Jeff Lynne to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Zeros,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.