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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group 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?
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
the Association,
The Motions,
Faust,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.