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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
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 oboe 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 Avey Tare to the jazz 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.