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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cure to the electroclash 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Leaves,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.