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 China and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Nico,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Erasure,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.