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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.