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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Monks,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
10cc,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.