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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.