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 Guatemala and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.