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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Niagra to the electroclash 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.