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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.