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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the grime 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
Pole,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.