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 Andorra and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Brick,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.