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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Ituana,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.