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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 The Barracudas 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.