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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Angry Samoans to the disco 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Can,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
AZ,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.