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 Malta and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Hashim to the electroclash 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.