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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Stooges to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.