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 Mozambique 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 The Pretty Things 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.