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 Brazil and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.