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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.