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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.