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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Germs to the jazz 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.