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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.