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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Nico,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.