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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.