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 Belize and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Swans,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.