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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.