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 Colombia and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MDC to the funk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.