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 Cuba and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Avey Tare to the rock 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.