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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Slave,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Monks,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.