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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.