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 Laos and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD 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?
Mandrill,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.