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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Depeche Mode to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.