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 Kenya and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Wasted Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.