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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 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 Jawbox to the rap 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.