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 Panama and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trumans Water to the punk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Japan,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.