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 Antigua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Pole,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.