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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Suicide to the techno 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.