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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Moody Blues to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
X-102,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.