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 China and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Magazine,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Brick,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.