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 Malta and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic 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.