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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.