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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 This Heat 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.