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 Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Faust to the punk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
John Cale,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.