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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.