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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.