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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blancmange to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Nico,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Can,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
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.