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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.