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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.