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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Names to the electroclash 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
X-101,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
PIL,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Qualms,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.