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 Morocco and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Arab on Radar to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.