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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott Heron 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.