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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.