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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
Magma,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.