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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.