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 Canada 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.