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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiohead to the rock 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.