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 Somalia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
John Cale,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.