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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barrington Levy 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.