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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.