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 Congo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.