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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
Monks,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.