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 Argentina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Newcleus to the grunge 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
New Order,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.