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 Moldova and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Blake Baxter to the dance 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.