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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.