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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.