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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Modern Lovers 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.