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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Erykah Badu to the rap 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Visage,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.