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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 sitar 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.