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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 June Days to the crunk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.