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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 kango's stein massive 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Visage,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.