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 Thailand and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.