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 Israel and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.