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 Fiji and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.