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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.