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 Armenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.