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 Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.