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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Excepter,
Aswad,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.