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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Zapp,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
MDC,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.