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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Visage,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.