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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
Index,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.