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 Mexico and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.