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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne 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?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.