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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface to the rap 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.