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 Lithuania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 cv313 to the electroclash 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Q65,
Icehouse,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.