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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.