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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.