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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.