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 Dominica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
Magma,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.