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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Can,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.