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 Poland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.