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 Singapore and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.