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 Sweden and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Hot Snakes to the disco 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.