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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.