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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MC5 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.