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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the rock 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.