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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.