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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Television to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.