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 Angola and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.