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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Selecter to the crunk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.