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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.