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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Scion,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.