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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the crunk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.