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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.