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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Swans,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.