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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.