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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
New Order,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.