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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Association to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
DNA,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.