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 Fiji and from Toronto.
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 Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Young Rascals to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.