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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Brick,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
the Human League,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.