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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 AZ to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.