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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Visage to the rap 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.