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 Sweden and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Graham Central Station to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.