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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.