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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.