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 Italy and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.