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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.