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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.