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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.