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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.