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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.