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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 MC5 to the crunk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.