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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stooges to the disco 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.