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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.