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 Russia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bad Manners to the disco 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Index,
June Days,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.