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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Magazine,
Nas,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.