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 Uganda and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Pus to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.