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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.