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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.