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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Crime,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.