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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
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.