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 Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.