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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 This Heat to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.