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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Buckinghams to the dance 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.