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 Afghanistan 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Camberwell Now to the grime 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.