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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.