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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
the Association,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.