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 Kitts & Nevis and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Gichy Dan 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Franke,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.