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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.