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 Latvia and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Make Up to the techno 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.