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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
New Order,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.