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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.