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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
DNA,
MC5,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.