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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.