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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.