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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Q65,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.