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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.