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 Germany and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.