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 Australia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.