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 Cameroon 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Mars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.