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 Morocco and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Gong,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.