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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.