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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Von Mondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.