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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
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 linndrum 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.