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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Q65,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.