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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.