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 Rwanda 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Faust,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.