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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.