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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.