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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Robert Hood to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.