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 Grenada and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.