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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.