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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Arab on Radar to the disco 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
The Slits,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.