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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.