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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.