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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.