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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 The Invisible to the grunge 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.