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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Dead C to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.