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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.