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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 the Bar-Kays to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
New Order,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.