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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.