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 Laos and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mantronix to the grunge 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.