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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 the Sonics to the electroclash 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.