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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cal Tjader to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.