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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.