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 Ireland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Young Rascals to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.