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 Somalia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Roxette to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.