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 Bahrain and from Lille.
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 Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.