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 Cambodia and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.