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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.