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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.