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 Bolivia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Nico,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.