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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Germs to the grime 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.