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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.