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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.