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 Cuba and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.