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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Fuzztones to the crunk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.