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 Norway and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.