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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.