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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.