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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Talk Talk to the grime 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Nas,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.