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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Brick,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.