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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Average White Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
the Slits,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.