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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Mark Hollis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
The Busters,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.