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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
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 rhodes 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.