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 Venezuela and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.