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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soft Cell to the techno 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.