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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.