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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Franke,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.