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 Georgia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Quando Quango to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.