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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Pole,
Excepter,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.