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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Nico,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.