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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.