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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Negative Approach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.