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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.