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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.