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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
Skarface,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.