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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the disco 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
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.