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 Mexico and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.