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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.