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 Libya and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Faust,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.