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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Be Bop Deluxe 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day 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?
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Japan,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.