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 Pakistan 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Circle Jerks to the disco 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.