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 Tunisia and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Flipper to the rap 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Cymande,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.