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 Romania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Jacques Brel to the funk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
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,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.