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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.