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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.