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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Organ,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
MDC,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.