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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marc Almond to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.