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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Deakin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.