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 Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.