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 Switzerland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.