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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.