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 Suriname and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.