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 Monaco and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
CMW,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.