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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.