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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
The Smiths,
MC5,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.