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 Albania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 The Durutti Column to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.