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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks to the rock 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.