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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.