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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.