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 Uganda and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Audionom to the dance 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.