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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the grunge 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Magma,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Qualms,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
The Slits,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.