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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.