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 Singapore and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nirvana to the grime 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.