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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.