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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 June of 44 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.