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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Sonics to the dance 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.