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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.