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 Honduras and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 David Bowie to the disco 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.