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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 ABBA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.