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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the disco 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Mars,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.