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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 DNA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Magma,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Smog,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.