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 Ghana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.