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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.