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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.