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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.