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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monolake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.