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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
UT,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.