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 Micronesia 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.