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 Malawi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 E-Dancer to the grime 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.