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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 World's Most to the jazz 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.