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 Paraguay and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.