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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.