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 Korea South and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.