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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.