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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 This Heat to the disco 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.