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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.