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 Switzerland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Can,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Scion,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.