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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 The Durutti Column to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.