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 Netherlands and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
The Names,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.