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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Slave to the dance 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
June Days,
The Smiths,
The Move,
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.