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 Cuba 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Leaves to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.