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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.