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 St Lucia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the disco 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.