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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.