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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.