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 Belarus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 The Seeds to the grunge 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.