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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 ABC to the techno 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.