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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.