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 Botswana and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.