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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Deakin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Nas,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.