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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Magma,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.