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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
World's Most,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.