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 France and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Radiohead to the grunge 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.