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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
The Litter,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.