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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Smog,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.