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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.