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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the grunge 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.