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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.