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 Netherlands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Marmalade 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.