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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Colin Newman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
AZ,
Index,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.