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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Thompson Twins to the grime 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.