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 Eritrea 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unwound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.