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 Namibia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.