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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
DNA,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.