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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Clear Light to the grunge 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.