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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.