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 India and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Faust to the rock 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
The Standells,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.