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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 AZ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.