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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
The Gories,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.