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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Can,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.