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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.