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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator 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 Trumans Water to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
the Association,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.