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 Spain and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Fuzztones to the crunk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Crime,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.