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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
DNA,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.