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 Serbia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 World's Most to the punk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.