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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.