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 Georgia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 The Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.