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 Niger and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.