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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tears for Fears to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.