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 Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Skriet,
Visage,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.