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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.