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 Iran and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
UT,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.