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 Moldova and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
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 chamberlin 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.