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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.