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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.