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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 cv313 to the electroclash 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.