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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Chrome,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.