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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Youth Brigade to the punk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.