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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.