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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Morten Harket,
Television,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
the Association,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.