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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Star Department to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.