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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.