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 Nauru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 sitar 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 The Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.