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 France and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Brick,
Magma,
MC5,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Can,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.