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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Bauhaus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.