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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.