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 Costa Rica 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.