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 Argentina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 K-Klass to the crunk 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.