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 Chad and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.