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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Magma to the dance 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.