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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.