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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nirvana to the rock 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.