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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sonic Youth to the disco 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.