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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.