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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.