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 Zambia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Panda Bear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.