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 Montenegro 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.