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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 theremin 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 Byron Stingily to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.