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 Guyana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Cameo,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.