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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.