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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.