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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.