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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
the Association,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.