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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Ken Boothe to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins 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?
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.