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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.