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 China and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
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 güiro 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 The Real Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Whodini,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.