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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers 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?
Suicide,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.