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 Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Janne Schatter to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '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 Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.