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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.