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 Antigua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz 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?
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.