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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.