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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.