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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yazoo to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.