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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Liliput to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.