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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Stereo Dub to the funk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.