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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.