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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.