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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.