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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Television,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.