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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.