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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.