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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bar-Kays to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.