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 Oman and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.