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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Chris Corsano to the techno 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.