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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.