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 Malaysia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.