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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.