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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.