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 Yemen and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.