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 New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.