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 Benin and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
The Index,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.