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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 The Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.