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 Hungary and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.