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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bob Dylan to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Visage,
Symarip,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.