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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.