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 Portugal 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.