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 Poland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Deakin,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.