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 Niger and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 harpsichord 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
June Days,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.