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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the punk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.