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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 synthesizer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.