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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Television,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.