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 Dominica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Ralphi Rosario 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Television,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.