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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.