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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Germs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Scion,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.