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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Barracudas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.