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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.