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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 the Bar-Kays 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.