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 Cyprus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.