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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
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 New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.