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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
June Days,
Smog,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.