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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 This Heat to the electroclash 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.