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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
The Monks,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.