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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.