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 Romania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.