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 Panama 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
X-101,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.