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 Palau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.