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 Poland and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Swans,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.