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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Al Stewart to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.