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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.