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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Salvador and New York.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Real Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.