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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.