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-Bissau and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 linndrum 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.