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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 808 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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.