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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 John Holt to the disco 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.