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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Can,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.