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 Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.