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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s 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 Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.