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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
June of 44,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.