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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
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 Shanghai and Spokane.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-102 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.