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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.