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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 808 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 Harpers Bizarre 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.