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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 grunge 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.