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 Fiji and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Velvet Underground to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
UT,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.