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 Gabon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Mantronix to the funk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.