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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harmonia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.