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 Guinea 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun 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?
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.