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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camberwell Now to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.