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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Television to the rock 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.