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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.