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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
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 chamberlin 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 The Cowsills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Interpol,
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.