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 Romania and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.