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 Djibouti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Pagans to the punk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.