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 Serbia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.