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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.