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 Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Shoche,
The Fall,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.