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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.