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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Main Source to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Television,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.