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 and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 MC5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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?
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
10cc,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.