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 Samoa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.