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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.