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 Iran and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harmonia to the electroclash 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Index,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.