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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Brass Construction to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Hoover,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Wire,
JFA,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.