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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.