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 St Lucia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quadrant to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.