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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.