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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Can,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.