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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Order to the rap 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Can,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
10cc,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.