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 India and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.