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 Sri Lanka and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Cowsills to the disco 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.