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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Fuzztones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.