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 Norway and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the crunk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Wings,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.