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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.