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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Connie Case to the grime 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.