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 Kenya and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Scientists to the disco 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.