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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Adolescents to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
the Swans,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.