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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed to the dance 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Organ,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.