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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.