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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.