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 Uruguay and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
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 linndrum 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.