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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 The Remains to the rap 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s 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 Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Pagans,
AZ,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.