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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 The Gories to the grunge 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.