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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 spring reverb 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.