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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Main Source to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.