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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Can,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.