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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joey Negro to the dance 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.