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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.