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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gladiators to the funk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Magma,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.