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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Marine Girls to the crunk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.