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 Pakistan 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Goldenarms to the techno 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Wire,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.