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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Jacques Brel to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
the Swans,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.