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 Germany 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.