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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.