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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.