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 St Lucia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Agitation Free to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.