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 Algeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.