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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.