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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Technova,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Visage,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.