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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.