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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 MC5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.