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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oblivians to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.