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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.