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 Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.