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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.