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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.