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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
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,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.