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 Senegal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Organ,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.